Sunday, June 21, 2009

afterhours...

...and long after they have all gone
friends, aquaintances and family
back to their own worlds
of 'lived ever after happily'

the void returns, grinning and teasing
and creeps into its usual place
and as i look, it looks away
then slow and steady it holds my gaze

And in its eyes
i see today as it is
devoid of all masks
and each of life's falsities

in that one moment
it all comes back to me
the sudden twist in the gut
and an all-sweeping melancholy

and today is a blur
tomorrow is even so
but the past is all mine
to touch and go

all ifs and buts
surround me - unabsolved, unvindicated
wondering how i have lived
by the terms life has dictated

i hold the void by its little finger
and escort it out to the ramparts
with a last sigh and look
it kisses me lightly and departs

and i return to my reality
in part, never in the whole
the void has left in my life
a big 'void-shaped hole'...

6 comments:

Shivani Gakhar said...

aawwww.... i love this.... is it related to the "freaking-out-over-life-and-stuff" we keep talking about??

Aparna said...

Isn;t writing poetry difficult? I would be so scared to try.
Lovely.

Neelam Prabhugaonker Shetye said...

@shivani : hmm partly...its just this void that is there..

@aparna : jus dont think...go ahead n write...poetry will come out on its own :)
anyways mine is just an amateurish attempt at it

Pratima Khadke said...

Its really nice...I can connect to your writing!

Nawaid Anjum said...

wow!!!the void u talk about is soo very familiar. this void, this emptiness, I guess each of us must have felt at some point.

Neelam Prabhugaonker Shetye said...

@nawaid join the gang :)